Cal

and there you stood,

high up on that vantage point

erect, eyes closed

like Christ the Redeemer,

arms outstretched

crucifying yourself to the panorama

blindly drinking in the view,

you cried out, not in anguish

just sheer delight

before contorting like Lakshmi,

a writhing marionette innocent

unaware of your own beauty

the child bursting from the woman

you have seamlessly become,

your chrysalis wantonly cast aside

melting into the scorched grass,

for that one moment I had you back

balancing on that stone pillar

a snapshot briefly taken 

these days seldom seen

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© Graham Sherwood 09/21